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Lootpack - Level Zero lyrics
featuring Oh No Medaphoar [Wild Child] '98 keep it real son cuz I guess I feel someday that Wild to the Child will rock at will son Keep them speakers boomin' body movin' Wild Child has proven Causin' mad paranoia like them kids Nice 'N' Smooth and When I flip flop wreck shop we be hip hop When you see me drop Always in that shape you callin' tip top Coolin effect I'm full in droolin over Madlib beats, Yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs who's greedy, With their Wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, Formally known as the CDP Assassins DJ Romes is in effect and yo his ass is in Charge of the plastic Keep it real son, I guess I feel someday that Wild to the Child will rock at will son Got to keep it real son cuz I guess I feel someday that Wild to the Child rocks at will [Medaphoar] Watch ya front and back when M-E-D terror attacks With that rhyme that's known to bring the Terrordome so freeze back On the microphone I'm quick to get with you then I'm twisting you back When you enter my zone, realize where you're at In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware Cuz over here we bring the real, it's like a style don't care I'll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don't stop It's worldwide when I'm riding on the crews who step to CDP Assassins, plus the Lootpack the crew We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen If you feel I hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so I'm dissin' All you weak MC's that fakin' there's no justice or peace My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of So put ya money down cuz lyrically I'm out to break ya [Madlib] Hey yo it's Madlib the bad kid, back from outer space Still on that pure order MC master race But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits But if you can't catch it today... It's probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure For every measure, you'll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia You'll end up with a seizure, >From steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz I got CDP Assassins plus the Pack, perfect combination Free improvisation, while I leave the next healthy wack MC Sick as a doctor's emergency patient [Oh No] Yo I'll be chillin', realize Oh be straight known to be that villian Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin Bust the skills I kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, I be jukin' cuz you all can't ball Relavent impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin' Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all kissin' My ass, you know the flavor when I step upon the scene Yo I'll leave your birds in rage like menstruation Seein' nothin' but blood when I step out the station Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide Be DVD set locate when I demonstrate up in a battle You end up in a suicide line, I'm beyond your mind You gotta recline and chill cuz I been past that bottom line Got Lootpack and the Assassins on the side Classic upon plastic when I break emcees down just like vlastic Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack 'em (What's your name?), Oh No, my niggas know the rebel hero When I come through wild to that level zero |
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